Boom then crash, the shattering of glass

I dive to the floor, busting my ass

The hell was that

Was all that I say

Then I see the pool of blood

Then I see my mom she's dead

No emotion in the commotion

I wasn't even sad, even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad

Vietnam made pops crazy he was already half-dead

So why couldn't that'd be him that got shot in the head?

All the news that fits the print

Momma's death went unreported not a whiff or word or hint

They don't care about us niggers is how my pops explained it

But I didn't know I was a nigga till my dad proclaimed it

Six months later my pops is dead too

Drug-related shots fired his skin turned cold blue

On the news that night the President's wife got a new hair-do

The news guy said "I like it how about you?"

No word about my pops in the Post or on CBS, why was that you ask?

Take a fucking guess

And yeah why is that, that's what politicians should be asking

But who got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen?

Broads get gunshots to the head and all y'all serving us is Asprin

My momma so lovely she'd have made your head spin

Level the playing field and y'all will see who'll really win

And yeah I got anger

But I don't let it take me down, my momma taught me better

And she holds me up when I fall down

Rest in peace moms, don't worry about your son

Some day I'll make you proud because yeah I am the one.